Negan arrived at The Sanctuary and started barking orders at his men as he made his way to his room. He needed to keep up appearances. Sunny was his. Her house was his. He wasn't about to let any of these dumb fucks know what a god damned gold mine he found.

"Dwight! Fucking find me someone with some fucking construction knowledge. ASAP and bring them to my room."

"Yes, sir."

Negan poured himself a drink. His clothes smelled like her. He had 3 days to set his plans into motion. Who knew how long it would take. They might have to find the tools and materials needed if they didn't already have them. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his French doors.

"Fucking enter."

"Hey, baby," his wife's voice floated across the room to him.

"Not now, Amber."

"But, you've been gone for so long," she pouted prettily.

"I said not fucking now."

"What's with you?" she crossed her arms and huffed.

"I have shit to do that doesn't include fucking you. What do you want? We both know you wouldn't be here if you didn't want something so just fucking get to it."

Her wide eyes quickly turned into a glare, "Fine. I want new furniture. I'm tired of my room. I also want first dibs on things between the wives. I can make it very worth your while."

"I'll fucking see what I can do about the furniture. There's no fucking way I am giving you first dibs and starting that kind of shit storm between the wives. You ladies can fucking figure that shit out on your own."

Another knock sounded at the doors.

"Get out Amber."

She turned on her heels with her nose in the air as Dwight and a few men entered.

"Alright, men. Here's what I fucking want. I am god damned fucking tired of my bedroom doubling as my office. There is a fucking suite on the other side of this fucking wall," he motioned to the wall opposite the door, "I want the fucking doors to that suite to open in between this room and that one, and the fucking old door hole walled the fuck up. That way I have a fucking private bedroom and office to deal with you assholes. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"Do you have the fucking tools and materials? Any fucking idea how fucking long this will fucking take?"

The men shifted and looked at each other nervously. One finally, stepped forward.

"Speak the fuck up, man. Jesus fucking Christ. I asked questions. Just give me the fucking answers," Negan demanded.

"We should have what we need. The Saviors raided a hardware store a while back. Most of that is in the warehouse. With set up, demo, rebuild, and clean up it'll take a week or ten days tops."

"Fucking finally. Dwight, make sure these men have access to what they need. They are to be watched while working. You have the next three days for inventory and planning. I'll be gone on a solo run for 2 days. Get your demo and the hole filled by then. Cover all my shit. I want to be able to sleep in my own fucking bed when I get back. I fucking want this room cleaned first then you can fucking paint and clean the other room. Furniture and shit I will take care of. Is that fucking clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then get the fuck out and get to work."

"Dwight, you watch them."

"Yeah, boss."

The men filed out the doors. Negan sat on his couch and breathed a heavy sigh. In two weeks, he'd be ready. The question was would she?

She was finally ready. Winged eyeliner, curled hair, rosy cheeks, painted lips. She had on her cutest dress. It was red with white polka dots. A v neck line that gave a hint of cleavage with flutter cap sleeves and a flounced skirt. She loved it, but she would have killed for a little black dress. She really need to age up her wardrobe. She'd had most of her clothes since she was 15. She wasn't a teenager anymore. All she could think of was Minnie Mouse at this point.

Three days had creeped by at an alarmingly slow rate. She never realized how boring her life was. Chores, chickens, chores. Rinse, lather, repeat. That was all she did. She changed things up by making an inventory list for Negan. The last three days had seemed longer than the last two years. She actually missed him. He kept her on her toes for sure. It was nice to have some mental…and physical…stimulation. All the while, she mentally battled herself.

Why did you agree to this? He's hot. There has to be more than that….he's funny. He's brash and abrasive yet still charming. How does he do that? He's temperamental, but I feel safer knowing he's there. I'm not alone. But I'm not as safe as I thought. Anyone could find me. Is that it? You want his protection? You aren't a damsel in distress. No, but having someone there to take care of you is nice. It doesn't make me weak to want that. That's not all you want. Every time he pressed up against you, all the innuendos, and that kiss. Ugh, that kiss. You've been squishy for days on just that kiss alone. Can you imagine?

She could and she did. Her thoughts at night had wandered to his hands caressing her thighs as hers did. How his stubble would graze against her skin. She wondered how different it would feel if his tongue licked where her fingers glided against soft wetness. It was amazing how much faster she came thinking of him. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel him too. Run her hands down his back as he laid on top of her. The friction of his chest hair rubbing against her nipples. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and feel his hips flexing.

It's better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all. Probably applies to sex too. You can do this. It's okay to do this. You are a human, and humans are sexual beings. Your feeling are normal, and there is no shame. Damn those old church biddies and their evil abstinence only lectures. I am not used gum and my value as a person will not diminish. Seriously, this may be a once in a lifetime chance. You need to jump him. Those old cows are probably dead. Where did their sanctimonious lessons get them? Not laid by the hottest man you've ever seen in person. And where are you? Alive and hopefully, about to receive many many orgasms. Go team Lust!

A loud banging roused her from her mental sex pep rally. He was here. One final look in the mirror and she started for the door. Another series of bangs sounded. Someone was impatient. Hmmmm...

"Who's there?" Sunny asked through the door.

"Open the fucking door," Negan demanded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know anyone named 'Open the fucking door.' Do you have the right house?" she asked innocently.

"God damnit, Sunny. It's Negan. Open the door."

Sunny waited silently on the other side trying not to giggle. She was going to pay for this.

"Sunny!"

"I'm waiting…."

"God fucking damnit," he grumbled, "Please."

The door opened and Sunny smiled broadly at the scowling face that met her, "Negan! It's so nice to see you. Please, come in."

Negan walked past her. He turned to put her in her place when he was put in his by what he saw. His glare immediately turned in to a smile.

"You look fucking amazing. Did you get all dolled up for me, princess?"

"What this old thing? I wear this for all my gentlemen callers." Sunny said channeling her best Scarlet.

"There had better not be other gentlemen," he growled.

"Oh, please," she approached him and gently patted his chest, "Like I know any gentlemen." She winked at him and walked to living room.

Negan laughed, "No, you fucking don't."

"Well, you're here a little earlier than I anticipated. It's too early to start dinner. Whatever shall we do with our time?" She sat on the couch and smoothed her skirt down.

"Oh, I've got some ideas," he sat next to her.

"Really? Because I got out some board games just in case we needed something to do."

"Are you fucking serious? Board games?"

"I've got cards too. Please…it's been such a long time since anyone has played with me."

"Oh, I have every intention of playing with you," Negan leaned closer.

"You do?" she breathed as she felt his lips hovering close to hers. Her eyes closed.

"Yes. I do. So set up your fucking game, sugar. Be prepared for a solid spanking." He sat back and watched her dreamy daze turn to into a fearsome blush.

"Wait, what? I'm not about to be spanked."

"We'll see, sweetheart," His hands ran through his beard as he bit his tongue and smiled.

Sunny glared at his smug amusement and set up the game.

"Oh no," she said with false pity, "It seems you have landed on Park Place again. And you don't have enough money to pay me. That's too bad. Care to work out a deal?" She looked at him with wide eyes twinkling with amusement as they sat on the floor by the coffee table.

"I've only got fucking one piece of fucking property left," he snarled.

"No…actually you don't," she laughed, "I'll take that and you can keep-what—well certainly not your pride after that…what was it? Solid spanking?"

"Oh, kitten. You just don't know when to quit."

"Oh, I do. The problem is you underestimated your opponent. You see, I haven't been allowed to play Monopoly for five years. My parents banned it because I was an 'evil despot that sucked the fun out of what should be enjoyable family time.' But it sure was fun having a new victim."

"You fucking wicked little monster! Come here!" Negan grabbed for her around the coffee table. She scrambled to get off the floor but wasn't fast enough. His large hands found her waist and his fingers assaulted her rib cage in a barrage of tickles. She squealed and kicked. "You fucking kick me and you will be in big fucking trouble. Say you submit."

"Never!" she laughed.

"Say it."

"I'm gonna- pee! Please- stop!"

"Say it."

"I'm not- going to- mean it."

"We'll fucking work on meaning it later, doll."

"Ok-ok-I submit!"

"Good girl." He leaned over her and gave her a small soft peck on the lips as she caught her breath. He stood up and offered her his hands. She took them, and he pulled her up into his arms. His hand cupped her face while his thumb stroked her cheek. She leaned into his touch. So much of her resistance from his first visit was gone. He realized with a sense of triumph that she was just waiting for him to make the first move. She probably didn't even know how.

"Sunny."

"Mmmm…yes?"

"Let's go…" He brushed light kisses along her jawline.

"Yes?" she said eagerly.

"…make some dinner."

"Oh." Disappointed hung on her voice as her lips settled into a pout.

"Did you have something else in mind?" he asked as his lips grazed below her ear lobe.

"What? No," No. Only some naked sexy times.

"Are you fucking sure, sweetheart? Because if you want something else….like I said before…all you fucking have to do is ask."

"Nope. Dinner is fine. Let's just do that."

"After you, kitten."

Steaks, baked potatoes, and broccoli. Sunny put Negan in charge of the meat while she handled the rest. They talked about movies and music. Surprisingly, they had a lot of favorites in common.

"Aren't you a little fucking young to be liking that music?"

"It's what my parents liked and it was what was played."

"Didn't the kids at school tease you or at least try to sway you into something more modern?"

"Um…I was homeschooled."

"Shut the fuck up. God damn. How the hell are you so fucking normal?"

"We weren't antisocial. I had friends. I went out did things. Co-ops, church…. I even had a job. My parents just didn't trust the government. That included education."

"What did you do?"

"I worked at the local library."

"You were a fucking librarian? That's hot."

"No. Calm down. You have to have a degree for that. I just filed books and helped people learn how to use the computers."

"Yeah…that's not gonna fucking stop me from thinking about you as a sexy librarian. Little sweater set, glasses….."

"Oh my god."

"You have any wine to go with dinner?"

"Um. Yeah, check in the cabinet over there."

"You a red or white girl?"

"Oh, I can't drink. I'm not 21."

"You're fucking adorable. There's no government to enforce any laws, sweetheart. Who the fuck is gonna arrest you?"

"Huh…..I kinda feel like I've wasted 2 years."

They sat down to eat at the dining room table. Enjoying the precious cheese and butter on their potatoes Sunny had thawed and bemoaning the lack of sour cream. The steaks were still pink on the inside. The broccoli was fresh. It was the best meal either had had in a long time. Negan refilled their wine glasses. Sunny enjoyed the warmth she felt spreading to her cheeks.

"So, you're really an actual fucking good girl. Aren't you? Have you ever had alcohol before?"

"No."

"Smoked?"

"No."

"Drugs?"

"No."

"Sex?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Is it so hard to believe?" she crossed her arms.

"No. Back seat of a car?"

She glared at him. "Empty storage room at church."

"Are you shitting me? You lost your virginity at church? What happened with him?"

"Ugh. He was captain of everything at the local high school. We went to church together. He acted like he loved me when we were alone, but like I didn't exist around others. He wanted to keep it a secret. At first, it was fun then I realized too late that he was actually embarrassed of me. He broke whatever we had off after we had sex and said it was fun, but he needed to concentrate on the future. There you go. My pathetic love life."

"Fucking high school pricks. Those assholes can't see beyond their own short dicks. He didn't fucking deserve you that's for fucking sure."

"Um…thanks. I guess," she took a last big swig of her second glass of wine.

"Look at me. He did not deserve some one as amazing as you, and I would fucking kill him if I could for making you feel like you aren't the most fucking perfect person on this fucking planet."

Sunny blushed and stared at her hands in her lap. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. Well, her sister had but she was obligated to hate the boy that broke her heart. Negan wasn't. He actually sounded sincere. She really wanted to believe him.

"Come here." Negan stood from the table and offered his hand. She took it and gently swayed with a giggle.

"I might be tipsy."

"Off of 2 glasses of wine? Cheap fucking date." He led them to the couch and sat down. With gentle tug he pulled her onto his lap, "I got you a present."

"A present for me?" she grinned.

"Yep."

"Where is it?"

"You have to find it."

Sunny turned to face him unaware that she was now straddling his lap and began searching the pockets in his jacket. She helped him remove it and start running her hands up and down the hard planes of his chest and abs. A quick pat of his jean pockets and she frowned in frustration.

"This isn't an elaborate set up for a 'package' joke, is it?"

Negan threw his head back and laughed. He sat up until their noses were almost touching. His hands slid up her thighs and gripped her hips. Her hands rested on his shoulders.

"Baby, you wouldn't have any trouble finding my package."

He ground his hips upward, and she felt the hard line of his erection. His lips found hers. She moaned lightly into his mouth as her hips rolled on top of him searching for more friction. His hands moved up her body, along her arms, and around her wrists. He moved her hands wrapping her arms around his waist. Her hands roamed down his back and abruptly stopped. She pulled away from their kiss, smiled, and started tugging at his shirt. Tucked into the back of his pants was her present.